The wildness erupted like a storm, the longest, filthiest gangbang of my life, a symphony of raw, limitless sex that pushed every boundary, making my body a temple of ecstasy. Jamal started, shoving me to my knees, his 12-inch cock—thick as my wrist, veined and black as night—slapping my face. “Suck it, bitch,” he commanded, and I obeyed, my lips stretching wide around the head, tasting his musky pre-cum as I bobbed, tongue swirling the underside, gagging as he thrust deep, fucking my throat until tears streamed, saliva dripping down my chin onto my tits. Kwame joined, his equally massive shaft forcing its way in beside Jamal’s, my mouth double-stuffed, cheeks bulging as they alternated pumps, their balls slapping my chin. “Choke on our black cocks, you cum-hungry slut,” Kwame groaned, fisting my hair, pulling me deeper until I couldn’t breathe, my throat raw, pussy gushing at the degradation.
They lifted me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide, exposing my dripping pussy and tight ass. Two more—Malik and Obi—dove in, Malik’s tongue lashing my clit, sucking hard while Obi plunged three thick fingers into my cunt, curling to hit my G-spot, stretching me brutally. “Fuck, she’s soaking,” Malik growled, biting my inner thigh, adding fresh marks as I screamed, my first orgasm crashing like a tidal wave, juices squirting across his face. They didn’t stop—Obi flipped me over, spreading my ass cheeks, his tongue rimming my hole, probing deep as Malik fucked my pussy with his fingers, four now, the stretch burning into bliss. The others watched, stroking their enormous cocks, pre-cum glistening, until I begged, “Fuck me, all of you—fill my holes!”
Jamal claimed my pussy first, slamming in with one brutal thrust, his girth splitting me open, the pain exquisite as he bottomed out, balls deep, my walls clenching around him. “Take this black dick, married whore,” he roared, pounding relentlessly, each slam shaking my body, my tits jiggling wildly. Kwame took my ass, lubing his cock with my juices before pushing in slow at first, the head popping past my ring, then ramming deep, the double penetration making me howl, a foreign fullness that morphed into filthy rapture as they synced their thrusts—one in, one out, my holes stuffed beyond limits. “Scream for us, slut,” Kwame grunted, slapping my ass red, the sting amplifying my pleasure. Malik shoved his cock in my mouth, muffling my cries, triple-fucked now, my body a ragdoll of ecstasy.
The others joined the frenzy—two more cocks in my hands, me jerking them furiously, their shafts throbbing, while the last two mauled my tits, sucking and biting my nipples until they ached, raw and swollen. Orgasms hit me in waves, one after another—my pussy spasming around Jamal’s cock, squirting as he hammered my G-spot, my ass clenching on Kwame, milking him. “Cum for these black gods,” they chanted, switching positions seamlessly. Obi took my pussy next, his cock even thicker, stretching me anew, fucking me doggy-style while I rode Malik’s face, grinding my clit on his tongue, another orgasm ripping through me, juices flooding his mouth. They flipped me, one under me reverse cowgirl, his cock in my ass as I bounced, two more double-teaming my pussy—two massive shafts at once, the impossible stretch tearing screams from my throat, pain exploding into mind-shattering pleasure, my body convulsing, cumming so hard I blacked out for a second, squirting everywhere.